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          "Which shuck's been eatin' my cake?"

if i'm crying now though, what am i going to be like for the rest of the book. holy shit.

i'm not even on a sad bit though. like, i'm just crying over newt casually because he hurts my soul.

I was on the plane ride from Perth to Cairns and I was writing my own story on my laptop, and made myself cry and the stewardess came and sat next to me and asked what was wrong and i gave her my laptop and she cried too. Fucking Maria the stewardess. She was bae.

oh and that other time when i was reading the fault in our stars at work before i was due to go out on shift and there was like 30 people in the room waiting for their team leaders and i was in tears over a swingset.

remember that time i read divergent on the bus and broke down over will and tris' mum and dad's deaths and an old lady gave me a hug? yeah good times.

                               like this for a starter tomorrow.

                  "Y'know, sittin' by yourself                          ain't going to solve you're problems."

                 "You guys back already?                             How'd it go out there, today?"

                "Can't you see I'm trying to cook, here?"

                You want more?                            I’ll shuckin’ give you more.